Eventually, their assailants are dealt with, and Byleth looks down at the decimated quarry without emotion, examining his brutal but efficient handiwork. Eventually, he turns his gaze back to Lahabrea, confirming that he is uninjured, and wipes his hands in the snow before approaching.

"Nicely done. I feel as though this calls for some tea, if you care to join me at my home?"

After all, what other way to celebrate disemboweling some creepy brain creatures than a nice hot spot of tea? Right? Anyone else?